Chapter 2: The Lightning-struck Wood Knuckle Duster and the Butchers Knife
“Third Young Lady?” Li Yanchu called out tentatively.
Chen Luoxin looked at him and giggled, seemingly in a daze. She even licked her lips, exuding an indescribable allure and seductiveness.
Li Yanchu shook his head and tried again, “Third Young Lady?”
Miss Chen’s clothes had slipped off her shoulders, revealing skin as smooth as polished jade. She was the very picture of a bright and radiant beauty. But her eyes brimmed with disgust, and what came out of her mouth was a deep, masculine voice. “Get the hell out.”
The room’s temperature plummeted, and a chilling eeriness spread through the air.
She’s possessed... Li Yanchu frowned, fixing his gaze on the third young lady in front of him, whose eyes were filled with an icy chill, and said, “Hold on a second... I’m a little rusty at this.”
As he spoke, he pulled out a small bottle from his robe. With a soft pop, he uncorked the wooden stopper and tilted his head back to drop two clear drops of liquid into his eyes.
The Chen family’s third young lady seemed intrigued by this young Daoist. She watched him leisurely without making a move, as if to see what he was up to.
Li Yanchu blinked a few times and looked again. This time, the scene before his eyes had changed.
Moments ago, the boudoir had been empty save for Miss Chen and himself. But now, he could clearly see a tall and handsome young man standing beside her.
In contrast with his handsome appearance, this young man was dressed in gaudy, ostentatious clothes. His face was also dusted with powder, giving off an aura of bizarre eeriness. His eyes brimmed with lechery, while his lips were even redder than a woman's.